He suddenly lowered his head and discovered that the oil lamp on the table had sohow turned dark red, with a shadow curled up within the fla resembling the evil god "Alusi."
"What is this..."
Before finishing his sentence, a muffled sound, like sothing heavy hitting the ground, echoed from outside the clock tower.
The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang suddenly looked up and, through the mottled plastic panels, saw a blood moon that had sohow torn through the clouds.
Moonlight seeped in like pus, painting everyone's face with crimson.
Even more horrifying, nurous human faces floated within the moonlight, every face he was intimately familiar with—traitors, enemies, innocents he had personally executed.
"Acting like ghosts!"
The Gear Gang leader slamd the table but heard a "click" sound.
His chanical arm suddenly lost control, rotating 180 degrees, and the alloy fingers clenched around his own throat.
The gears slowly shed, with black blood oozing from the chanical cracks.
The sudden eerie change frightened the Eight Great Gang leaders completely.
The long-lost copper bell of the clock tower suddenly rang, the rusted hands crazily reversing.
The surrounding changes seed to be played in reverse, as if ti had been dialed back to the mont of the End of Dharma Clan's invasion.
Their retinas replayed that civilization massacre which brought them extre fear.
Rust spread like a spider web, instantly corroding the entire city, while the End of Dharma Clan's battleships and small flying devices ravaged the city.
A large number of compatriots were vaporized by this irresistible Strength.
When they wanted to flee the clock tower, they found the world outside had also turned into a mortal purgatory.
When the Wild Wolf Gang leader crashed through the trembling plastic panel, the sight of the square froze his blood instantly.
His fierce fighters were now twisted into inhuman forms.
Their muscular backs ripped open, sprouting three pairs of barbed limbs, facial bones grotesquely protruded forward, fangs pierced their lips, and the glowing wolf head tattoos on their skin transford into living entities, writhing and biting in their flesh.
The youngest leader of the Scorpion Gang followed close behind.
Upon seeing the scene outside, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He pointed with trembling fingers at the square beneath the clock tower, which was crawling with half-human, half-snake creatures.
The upper bodies of those creatures were Scorpion Gang mbers, but their skin was covered with dark purple scales, and their snake tails left a trail of smoking venom wherever they slithered.
One of the snake n lifted his head, revealing the face of his own brother.
His eyes had already turned into vertical pupils, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed teeth of a ghastly green.
"It's... it's Alang."
Seeing his brother, who died tragically in last week's gang war, reborn in snake-man form, the Scorpion Gang leader collapsed to the ground, nervously scratching at the bullet marks on the floor, blood seeping from his nails.
A more terrifying scene spread in the distance.
mbers of the Iron Hand Gang transford into headless chanical puppets, with exposed wires connecting at the neck.
From the direction of the slums east of the clock tower, a black mist rose, accompanied by cries and wails.
Occasionally, shadows rushed out from the mist, but they were grotesque monsters with multiple arms.
Diverse monsters wreaked havoc as the world transford instantly into an infernal purgatory.
Many mythical demons and the End of Dharma Clan, which once brought them extre fear, now revived.
The Iron Hand Gang leader tried to activate the battle system of his exoskeleton armor but discovered that tal scales suddenly erected on his body, and his flesh began to mutate.
Black mist escaped from his pores, forming faces in the air, wailing and roaring, causing a buzzing in his ears.
He suddenly looked at the Wild Wolf Gang leader beside him, only to see him suddenly turn around and strangle his own neck, rolling on the ground.
At this mont, the blood moon in the sky gradually enlarged.
A giant face of a creature from the End of Dharma Clan appeared, slowly opening its mouth as if about to engulf the city once more.
So leaders scread as they reached for their guns at their waists, only to find the grip had already rged with their palm.
Tiny venomous snakes crawled out of the gun barrel, slithering up their arms, causing the skin to instantly ulcerate.
Fear spread like a plague in the hearts of the Eight Great Leaders.
They once believed that the iron fist of violence and power could crush anything, yet at this mont, they trembled like falling leaves in an autumn wind, before the power beyond their comprehension.
Outside, the cries, tal grinding, and venom boiling sounds... all kinds of sounds intertwined, becoming a death knell.
Plink!
Just as the Eight Great Leaders were on the brink of collapse in fear, the sound of dripping water echoed again.
All anomalies, amidst the continuous sound of water droplets, faded away completely like traces erased by an invisible eraser.
They found themselves still seated at the negotiation table, their eyes reflecting the near-twisted, terrified expressions of other gang leaders.
The heavy rain outside continued, washing away the bloody sll from just monts ago, leaving only the damp, rusty scent.
The plastic panels on the do of the clock tower remained mottled, the light of the oil lamp returned to a warm yellow glow, and the Gear Gang leader's chanical arm rested properly on the table... Everything was restored to its original state, yet none of the Eight Great Leaders dared to move.
They realized that there was a figure beside the negotiation table, whose appearance had gone unnoticed.
His face carried a smile, with his black coat slightly moistened by rain droplets.
Just sitting beside them, they felt a crushing sense of life level disparity.
Like a group of ants struggling in a mire, suddenly gazing up to see a dragon soaring in the nine days above.
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